Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 529

#529

Taejonbirok Volume 22, Episode 4

Chapter 118: The Lazy Man Goes Wild (4)

Every scholar must know where he will die.

People are judged by how they live, but they're also judged by how they die. Those who choose their death wisely, even if they live a life of mediocrity, will leave their mark on history with just one death.

Jang Il knew that fact very well.

But I never forgot the other one.

'They say that even rolling in dog shit is better than this life… '

Jang Il had no intention of making a name for himself through a spectacular death. What use was there in the glory he would gain after death?

Jang Il is a person who thinks that a bowl of cold rice right now is more important than the praise that will be poured on his grave after he dies.

“So you’re a beggar.”

“……Have you learned mind reading?”

“It’s written on your face.”

“Ugh.”

Normally, I would have done something like that, but right now, I had neither the time nor the energy to do so. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like it was going to burst out of my throat at any moment.

Jang Il, who is proud of being a local leader, if not a world-class leader, is unable to calm down at the moment.

It can't be helped.

Now, his eyes see the image of an ordinary town. A slight tension hangs over it, but it's the kind of ordinary town you'd find anywhere in the world.

But how can this appearance be considered ordinary?

'It's a cult, you crazy bastard!'

Jang-il listened to the sound and pressed his chest hard.

What he sees now is the appearance of the Demonic Cult's castle. Ordinary, yet by no means ordinary!

“Whew! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

“……Don’t blow hot wind on other people’s necks.”

“Whew! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

“……This is fucking crazy, really.”

Wi Yeon-ho frowned as he watched Jang Il, who was sullenly sullen. If this kind of person becomes the ark, the future of openness is as clear as day.

“Beggar, calm down for a moment.”

Zhuge Liang also came to the aid of Wei Yanhu.

“Are you serious now?”

“What good would it do if the liver were so small?”

"Damn it, what good is a beggar's boldness? Only by saving even a single grain of rice that falls on the ground can one become a good beggar who will not starve to death."

“Well done.”

Zhuge Liang shook his head.

Even for Zhuge Liang, it was not easy to defeat this beggar with words.

“Everyone, be quiet.”

"yes!"

But authority could win.

Even in this situation, Wi Jeong-han looked at the Wi Yeon-hos, who were bickering and criticizing each other, with displeasure.

'Those crazy guys.'

Objectively speaking, everyone gathered here is a group of talented individuals.

In this vast world, there are certainly those who can be called talented, but these close friends of Wei Yanhu are all extraordinary. Their talents are also remarkable…

'Not all of them are normal.'

In common parlance, they are called thieves.

The problem was that these thugs were growing rapidly. Left alone, they were destined to lead the future of martial arts.

Musan was the future abbot of Shaolin, who nurtured gold and jade. Zhuge Liang was the head of the Zhuge clan, a small branch of the Zhuge family whose power was said to control the world. Jang Il was the small beggar of openness, whose influence reached nowhere in the world. Peng Do-geuk was the direct descendant of the Hebei Peng family, whose power was unmatched by the road.

If they had grown up without being entangled with Wei Yanhu, they would have become the pillars of the world. Now, those people… … .

“Hey, you little beggar! Stop whining.”

“Are you the one who talks about Confucius and Mencius, and you have a rag stuck in your mouth?”

“Even Confucius would have broken his gourd if he saw you.”

“I agree. Amitabha.”

“You bastard who would turn even the Buddha away! How did someone like you emerge from Shaolin?”

“Are you done, beggar?”

“These guys, do they all have beggars in their mouths?”

“You call a beggar a beggar, what’s the problem, beggar?”

At Peng Do-geuk's words, Jang Il grabbed his head.

“If I am reborn, I will be born rich even if I die!”

“A rich family is a rich family. A family that raises pigs can’t be poor.”

“What, Inma?”

Wi Jeong-han shook his head.

All those shining lights have been destroyed. If those guys continue to seize power like this, what will become of the martial arts world?

And the worse news is… …these guys are getting stronger.

It may sound far-fetched, but Wei Yanhu was in fact a remarkably excellent teacher. In terms of teaching ability, Wei Zhenghan couldn't even come close to Wei Yanhu's.

Why?

Because his personality is dirty.

Wi Yeon-ho couldn't stand to see others play. If Jang Il or Peng Do-geuk showed even the slightest sign of rest, he'd yell, "Are you sleepy from your skills?" and lie down, patting them with his toes, forcing them to practice.

Moreover, he doesn't even encourage training. That damn tongue is so skillful that it can scratch people's pride, turn their insides inside out, and torment them.

'I'm so glad that's my child.'

If he hadn't been his son, wouldn't Wi Jeong-han have suffered the same fate? Truth be told, it's true. Wi Jeong-han has felt chills to the bone more than once, witnessing the world's most famous scholars being destroyed and humiliated by Wi Yeon-ho.

It's a shocking thing that he's the son of a wealthy family, but it's terrifying if he's not the son of a wealthy family but a son of another family.

In any case, Wi Yeon-ho's friends were building up their strength at a terrifying pace. Comparing them from when I first saw them to now, the phrase "worlds apart" could be applied.

'Well, they've been through a lot too.'

Thanks to their entanglement with Wei Yanho, these guys have experienced in an instant what most people would never experience in a lifetime. It would be even stranger if they didn't grow, whether it be in skill or in the spirit.

Just one thing… … .

“Hey! Those guys are dirtier than the Demonic Cult!”

“Hey, the beggar is calling us dirty.”

“Puhahahahahahahaha! You little beggar.”

Where there's gain, there's also loss. Instead of acquiring ability and skill, they're losing their character. Who would call them descendants of a prestigious family? They're just neighborhood thugs.

“Shut up, you guys!”

“Yes, the Great Hero.”

"sorry."

Still, it was fortunate that his majesty still held sway. Not long ago, I saw them, and they were the ones who scoffed and ignored even the Dark King's words… … Seeing this, should I be thankful that he was Wi Yeon-ho's father?

“But… I don’t see anything that I need to be particularly wary of.”

Wi Jeong-han nodded at Zhuge Liang's words.

'They really dragged everyone away.'

Wi Yeon-ho was right. The Demonic Cult was truly waging an all-out war. Essentially, total war meant utilizing every available manpower. Given the length of the front lines, it was necessary to reserve men to grow crops and provide supplies. However, they didn't need supplies.

He is a great general, but he is not a great general.

By the standards of the martial world, it was a vast army, but by the standards of the world, it was a mere handful. Even without resorting to plunder, their numbers could easily be sustained solely by the food they gained from defeating their enemies and the small amounts they conscripted from the civilian population.

So, they dragged away everyone who could muster the strength. I'd seen several people a little while ago, but not a single young man.

“Is it completely empty?”

“How could that be?”

Wi Yeon-ho shook his head at Wi Jeong-han's question.

"There will certainly be those who don't follow. There's no need to bring along old demons who are just doing their jobs and have them die on the way. But, well, it won't be a problem if a few of those gentlemen remain."

“Hmm…….”

Wi Jeong-han nodded.

Even now, he wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. Wi Yeon-ho said it was, and Zhuge Liang and Jang Il didn't particularly object, so he just went along with it. Of course, if he said this out loud, Zhuge Liang and Jang Il would probably froth at the mouth, questioning when they'd ever objected.

Yet, Wi Jeong-han felt a strange excitement.

They have always been blocking.

Since he became a cultist, the Demonic Cult has been on the offensive, while the Central Plains have been on the defensive. They've always been relentless in their defenses.

They were probably the only ones among the Central Plains who had ever entered the main sect of the Demonic Cult. This fact warmed Wei Zheng's blood.

'Not bad.'

It is meaningful to change from a position of always blocking to an offensive one.

“Munin-ah.”

“Yes, the Great Hero.”

“Will it work?”

“Of course.”

It had been a long time since Zhuge Liang had regained his composure.

"It's not simply about tying their hands. They've always been comfortable dealing with the Central Plains. They've attacked to the best of their ability, and retreated when their strength was insufficient. There's no way a war where you can fight to the limit and retreat whenever you choose is burdensome."

“I guess so.”

"If the main base is burned and they realize we could storm Xinjiang at any time… they will feel the pressure. Burden weighs heavily on people's hands and feet. We can't force them to the point where they have nowhere to go, but we can make their places of return uncomfortable. This isn't just a waste of time; it's a move that will change the course of the world."

When Zhuge Liang said this, Wei Zhenghan's mind was a little more at ease.

"What would the adult Shin Gi-su say if he heard this? Would he be surprised?"

“……You’ll probably say I’m crazy.”

Wi Jeong-han looked at Zhuge Liang with blank eyes.

“Hyo, you said it was effective?”

"It's effective, but it's still crazy. Imagine if we burned this place down and the Demonic Cult's main force retreated."

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“What about us?”

“…….”

Zhuge Liang chuckled.

"If we do well, we might even have to flee to the West to avoid them. The wrath of the demonic cultists over the burning of their holy land will be enough to make even sworn enemies into drinking buddies. They'll probably want to scrape our flesh and bones and keep a piece of it in their homes, spitting on it every time they pass."

“……You gave me some really nice advice before we even started the operation. Thank you.”

"you're welcome."

Wi Jeong-han sighed and looked back at Wi Yeon-ho.

The decision-making power is not his. It belongs to Yeonho.

“What are you going to do?”

“What are you going to do? I came all the way here, so I have to do it.”

“Can you handle the aftermath?”

“Master gave me some good advice.”

“What are you talking about?”

Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.

“Tomorrow’s work will be handled by tomorrow’s me. So today’s me just has to do it.”

“……Your master is not normal either.”

“That’s correct.”

Wi Yeon-ho suddenly stood up from his seat.

“There’s no point in wasting time, so let’s get started now.”

"Damn it! Okay, let's die. Everyone, you're all familiar with the mission, right?"

"……yes."

Although an unpleasant answer came back, Wi Jeong-han tried hard to ignore it.

Something like the burning passion of a warrior risking his life to strike the enemy's heart?

I don't want that.

“Just don’t cause any trouble, you little bastards.”

“What if I have to do something, but they tell me not to do it?”

“Oh, really?”

Wi Jeong-han said again with a sad expression on his face.

“Have a good accident.”

“…….”

It was a desperate word.